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So, I was hit by a car yesterday1.
It was almost the mildest being hit by a car I can imagine happening. I was in the departures lane at the airport in Chicago, getting my bag out of the back of my mom's car. Suddenly, the car behind her stopped being parked, and idled up against me. Because I'm a loving daughter, I protected my mother's bumper with my legs.
That last bit was sarcasm, by the way. I mean, I am a loving daughter, but NOPE not fun. On the plus side, I learned there is a situation where it is appropriate to yell "fuck" really loudly in the middle of a crowded airport. I did enjoy that bit, when I looked back on the whole situ.
Mum did all the "trading insurance and talking to the police" parts of it, while I got to hang out with the paramedics and assert that I probably wasn't damaged badly enough to get on a plane home to Boston. Currently, I have epic bruising all around my right knee2, and mild bruising around the left. Because I was facing perpendicular to the car, thankfully, most of the damage missed the knees themselves.
I couldn't dance last night. That's the part that hurts, far more than any lingering physical soreness. Squares is a much gentler3 form of dance, we'll see if I can make it through any of them tonight, but I might only be on the floor with a gemini to lean heavily against. I am...deeply unhappy at the thought. I let the world take many things away from me. But not dancing.
Anyways, I'm taking ibuprofen and I had an ice pack slapped on there for much of the flight, and at Dr. Dad's advice, I've been letting myself walk around and keep the leg stretching and moving. I haven't been to a hospital yet, I don't know if I'll have to. I really hope I won't.
And as always, I am so grateful that my family books like an hour and a half of spare time for airports. The world where I missed my flight because of this shit is even less satisfying.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The writer in me lives to be able to perform these nonchalant opening zingers. That being said, "NO THANK YOU, WOULD NOT REPEAT F-" is my overall review for "being hit by a car".
2: Yes, there will be pictures at some point.
3: Physically, anyways. I can do SCD in my sleep most days, Tech Squares is a group good enough to be designed to trick people.
It was almost the mildest being hit by a car I can imagine happening. I was in the departures lane at the airport in Chicago, getting my bag out of the back of my mom's car. Suddenly, the car behind her stopped being parked, and idled up against me. Because I'm a loving daughter, I protected my mother's bumper with my legs.
That last bit was sarcasm, by the way. I mean, I am a loving daughter, but NOPE not fun. On the plus side, I learned there is a situation where it is appropriate to yell "fuck" really loudly in the middle of a crowded airport. I did enjoy that bit, when I looked back on the whole situ.
Mum did all the "trading insurance and talking to the police" parts of it, while I got to hang out with the paramedics and assert that I probably wasn't damaged badly enough to get on a plane home to Boston. Currently, I have epic bruising all around my right knee2, and mild bruising around the left. Because I was facing perpendicular to the car, thankfully, most of the damage missed the knees themselves.
I couldn't dance last night. That's the part that hurts, far more than any lingering physical soreness. Squares is a much gentler3 form of dance, we'll see if I can make it through any of them tonight, but I might only be on the floor with a gemini to lean heavily against. I am...deeply unhappy at the thought. I let the world take many things away from me. But not dancing.
Anyways, I'm taking ibuprofen and I had an ice pack slapped on there for much of the flight, and at Dr. Dad's advice, I've been letting myself walk around and keep the leg stretching and moving. I haven't been to a hospital yet, I don't know if I'll have to. I really hope I won't.
And as always, I am so grateful that my family books like an hour and a half of spare time for airports. The world where I missed my flight because of this shit is even less satisfying.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The writer in me lives to be able to perform these nonchalant opening zingers. That being said, "NO THANK YOU, WOULD NOT REPEAT F-" is my overall review for "being hit by a car".
2: Yes, there will be pictures at some point.
3: Physically, anyways. I can do SCD in my sleep most days, Tech Squares is a group good enough to be designed to trick people.